I reach my hand into the dirt, I can pull out the world and just throw it away
I put my hand into the clouds, now I'm bringing the rain
I keep the sun in the palm of my hand, and I can but it out like a cigarette
I touch my fingers to the sea, I start a ripple now the ripple is a tsunami
I am my own element, tell me once again why you think you're the boss

Over and over, again and again,
"Advisor advise me, this fear that subsides me"
When the head on your shoulders is all you have left to lose
Each passage I write defines a truth, a truth that is greater than God

Like God, I hold the universe in my hand
Reigning from sea to sea, put your trust in me, on the clouds of Olympus I stand
A leader to man but you're nothing more than a grain of sand

Perpetual hierarchies have existed for years, we can't break these family ties
You're burning the bridges I create with hands that manipulate
In time my patience will wear thin as you find your conscious within
A man with the virtuous mind will always fall behind

This empire was built on departed remains that once called this place home

Take flight above with the twisted stars, we're casting the cards and watching them fall
Defining the man that you are
Was there at the start, don't forget who brought you this far
I feel like the man in the moon or the sun in the sky, I wait for the end of the night
I've seen cold winters turn to spring, and then back to winter's grim
I've seen a youthful light fade dim in countless ruler's eyes
They plead and they cry to me for help

This empire was built on departed remains that once called this place home
I burned for it, I bled for it, I died and was born again for it
This image reminds me of who I am
Balancing the fine line between genius and insanity, genius and insanity

Kept my eye on the prize but did you notice what you lost along the way?
My view from Utopia will remain the same
Neglect the pleading, evade the screaming, but shutting them out won't stop their bleeding

With forked tongue and slitted eyes, a story perfected
A simple caress to the souls you collected
You've bent them and made them believe how nice it must be
To pull up a seat to a canvas that's clean
So deep in the veins and there you'll stay, waiting for a shutter, and that last breath to escape
WIll you contemplate as you're nearing your prey?
Will you ask yourself, "Am I genius or insane?"